The memories of the screams
Carrying into oblivion
Victim hopes and every dream
Concrete blocks stained
The wounds were unending
The pain pours out loudly
The path to death unbending
Cry the innocent
What is their life compared to yours
Cry of the children and lost
When consumed by corporate whores
Who bears the cost?
When earth is made toxic
When all water poisoned
There is no trust in truth
The greatest hope is to survive
As this world longs to exploit them
And there is nothing they can do
Psalm 68:5 NIV
5 A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.
